Kaelin looked mournfully at the headstone before her. She felt tears
sliding down her cheeks mixing with the rain. How many times had she cried
these past few days? Too many times to count, that's how many. She sighed
heavily and got to her feet. But before she left, she leaned forward and
pressed her lips against the marble, once, twice.
"I'll miss you." She whispered. Kaelin straightened her back and turned toward her car.
When she arrived home she curled up on her bed and looked at the rug on the floor. Her parents had never asked her exactly what had happened on that trip to New York, when she had gotten lost in the crowds. They had been so glad to have her back they didn't care that she had on a backpack that they'd never laid eyes on. She could still see the tears of happiness and relief on their faces when she walked into the Police Station.
It seemed so long ago, and yet it was as if only yesterday she and Raphael were arguing, and Master Splinter would separate them. Leonardo and Donatello readily accepted her as part of the family. Donatello especially after she agreed to help him with one of his experiments. For a four year old he had the most amazing IQ. Leonardo just accepted her as one of his brothers, treating her the same as the others. Now Michaelangelo was a different story…he had simply adored her. When they weren't training he would play with her or they would snuggle up in front of the TV. Then there was that one time when they decided to make Pizza for the first time. Boy was Splinter mad! They had somehow managed to set the pizza on fire, what a mess! She smiled to herself at the memory, as she slid off the bed and landed gently on the floor beside the rug.
The rug was machine made and consisted of many blues and greens, very pretty indeed. But it wasn't the rug that held her interest; she was captivated by what the rug was hiding. She pushed it away and a small trap door was revealed. She moved it aside and gazed down at her treasures. It seemed as if they were calling to her, beckoning her to take them out of hiding. She did and ran her hands over each object. The skateboard, the music box, the bandanna, the dagger, and the book, they were all there.
She had done as Master Splinter wanted and had begun to study the book as soon as she had learned how to read and comprehend what its pages held. Over the years she had mastered every technique in the book, except for the infamous Kur Li Maneuver, that only Master Splinter knew.
She set the book aside and reached for the pink bandana. She folded it just enough so that she could tie it on her head, in head scarf fashion, but letting her hair flow free. She could just imagine Raphael making some snide remark about how she wore the bandana, these thoughts made her smile and she laughed to herself.
Returning her thoughts to the other items, she picked up the small dagger from Leonardo. It was well made, obviously hand crafted, and obviously an antique. It must have been one that Master Splinter had given him, a relic from ancient Japan. She re-sheathed it and fastened it on her belt.
Next her gaze fell upon the music box. At first glance it didn't look like a music box, what a genus Donatello was! Because at the touch of a hidden button, the metal cube would unfold to reveal a single metallic rose twirling to a tune that she did not know. She watched the rose, captured by its spell, until the music ended and the rose was hidden once more.
Last her eyes found the skateboard. Its wheels were painted to look like turtle shells, and the board itself was a breathtaking blue green. She turned it over to look at the bottom, searching for the writing that she knew was there. The bold black ink stood out, proclaiming its existence, and she smiled. Michaelangelo had asked Master Splinter to write it for him, the night before she left. "Michaelangelo and Kaelin Forevermore." She read the words aloud.
About then a cold chill ran down her spine, and an image of Michaelangelo, full grown, appeared before her. He smiled at her, and then he was gone.
Kaelin shook her head in disbelief. Was it a vision, or was Michaelangelo calling her? Either way she knew what she was going to do. She rose swiftly and began packing. Kaelin reached for her phone and dialed.
"Hello." A familiar voice answered.
"Fawn, do you still need a place to stay?" Kaelin asked hopefully.
"Yeah, why, what's up Kaelin?" Fawn asked.
"I'm going out of town for a while, and I need someone to watch the house while I'm gone."
"I'd be happy too. But are you sure you should leave so soon after the funeral?" Fawn asked worriedly.
Kaelin smiled at her friend's concern. "Don't worry Fawn, I'll be fine."
"You will call me if you need me." Fawn commanded.
"Yes."
"No matter what it is?"
"Yes Fawn, don't be so over protective."
Fawn laughed. "All right, have fun. Don't worry about the house, and I've still got a spare key so go ahead and lock up when you leave." The two said their good-byes and hung up.
Kaelin finished packing and headed to her car. I'm coming Michaelangelo, she thought to herself. I'm coming home.
Well that's Chapter 1, I will start chapter 2 the first chance I get, although I have no idea when that will be.
"I'll miss you." She whispered. Kaelin straightened her back and turned toward her car.
When she arrived home she curled up on her bed and looked at the rug on the floor. Her parents had never asked her exactly what had happened on that trip to New York, when she had gotten lost in the crowds. They had been so glad to have her back they didn't care that she had on a backpack that they'd never laid eyes on. She could still see the tears of happiness and relief on their faces when she walked into the Police Station.
It seemed so long ago, and yet it was as if only yesterday she and Raphael were arguing, and Master Splinter would separate them. Leonardo and Donatello readily accepted her as part of the family. Donatello especially after she agreed to help him with one of his experiments. For a four year old he had the most amazing IQ. Leonardo just accepted her as one of his brothers, treating her the same as the others. Now Michaelangelo was a different story…he had simply adored her. When they weren't training he would play with her or they would snuggle up in front of the TV. Then there was that one time when they decided to make Pizza for the first time. Boy was Splinter mad! They had somehow managed to set the pizza on fire, what a mess! She smiled to herself at the memory, as she slid off the bed and landed gently on the floor beside the rug.
The rug was machine made and consisted of many blues and greens, very pretty indeed. But it wasn't the rug that held her interest; she was captivated by what the rug was hiding. She pushed it away and a small trap door was revealed. She moved it aside and gazed down at her treasures. It seemed as if they were calling to her, beckoning her to take them out of hiding. She did and ran her hands over each object. The skateboard, the music box, the bandanna, the dagger, and the book, they were all there.
She had done as Master Splinter wanted and had begun to study the book as soon as she had learned how to read and comprehend what its pages held. Over the years she had mastered every technique in the book, except for the infamous Kur Li Maneuver, that only Master Splinter knew.
She set the book aside and reached for the pink bandana. She folded it just enough so that she could tie it on her head, in head scarf fashion, but letting her hair flow free. She could just imagine Raphael making some snide remark about how she wore the bandana, these thoughts made her smile and she laughed to herself.
Returning her thoughts to the other items, she picked up the small dagger from Leonardo. It was well made, obviously hand crafted, and obviously an antique. It must have been one that Master Splinter had given him, a relic from ancient Japan. She re-sheathed it and fastened it on her belt.
Next her gaze fell upon the music box. At first glance it didn't look like a music box, what a genus Donatello was! Because at the touch of a hidden button, the metal cube would unfold to reveal a single metallic rose twirling to a tune that she did not know. She watched the rose, captured by its spell, until the music ended and the rose was hidden once more.
Last her eyes found the skateboard. Its wheels were painted to look like turtle shells, and the board itself was a breathtaking blue green. She turned it over to look at the bottom, searching for the writing that she knew was there. The bold black ink stood out, proclaiming its existence, and she smiled. Michaelangelo had asked Master Splinter to write it for him, the night before she left. "Michaelangelo and Kaelin Forevermore." She read the words aloud.
About then a cold chill ran down her spine, and an image of Michaelangelo, full grown, appeared before her. He smiled at her, and then he was gone.
Kaelin shook her head in disbelief. Was it a vision, or was Michaelangelo calling her? Either way she knew what she was going to do. She rose swiftly and began packing. Kaelin reached for her phone and dialed.
"Hello." A familiar voice answered.
"Fawn, do you still need a place to stay?" Kaelin asked hopefully.
"Yeah, why, what's up Kaelin?" Fawn asked.
"I'm going out of town for a while, and I need someone to watch the house while I'm gone."
"I'd be happy too. But are you sure you should leave so soon after the funeral?" Fawn asked worriedly.
Kaelin smiled at her friend's concern. "Don't worry Fawn, I'll be fine."
"You will call me if you need me." Fawn commanded.
"Yes."
"No matter what it is?"
"Yes Fawn, don't be so over protective."
Fawn laughed. "All right, have fun. Don't worry about the house, and I've still got a spare key so go ahead and lock up when you leave." The two said their good-byes and hung up.
Kaelin finished packing and headed to her car. I'm coming Michaelangelo, she thought to herself. I'm coming home.
Well that's Chapter 1, I will start chapter 2 the first chance I get, although I have no idea when that will be.